⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡢⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
            ⠀⠀⠀⢄⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀
            ⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀
            ⠀⢨⣿⡿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀
            ⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢀⠀
            ⢈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⠀
            ⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⡇⠀⢸⢹⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡧⠀
            ⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠧⠯⠟⠿⠧⠀⠀⠀⠸⠿⠿⢼⣿⠿⢿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀
            ⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢰⠺⣿⠉⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠚⣷⣶⠢⡀⢿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠉⠀
            ⢐⢻⣿⣏⠙⠇⠈⠒⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠝⠻⠥⠁⢰⡌⠹⠋⡀⡀⠀
            ⠀⠉⢻⣿⣦⡀⠐⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠆⠄⠸⢃⣰⡀⠱⠀⠀
            ⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣶⣿⣿⡟⠁⠀⠀
            ⠀⠀⠘⣸⢿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀
            ⠀⠀⠀⠉⠞⠿⠛⠿⠿⢶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡾⠿⠿⣿⣿⡿⠅⠀⠀⠀
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣶⣤⣤⣤⡴⠊⠀⡧⠀⠀⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡞⠛⠿⣿⣿⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⠱⣀⠈⣿⣿⡁⠀⠀⠀⠀
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡠⠔⠋⠀⠀⠀⠈⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠲⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
            ⢀⠔⠒⠀⠉⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡿⠀⠉⠚⠤⢔
                                         

Where is the real me, after all I’ve said and done? Oh, there is no real me, I guess that’s it. I only exist inside those people aware of my existence. But what about this me that I can hear talking right here and now? It’s me, isn’t it? This me that I hear talking… Who is it? Who’s me?